I water geraniums by the morning light in order not to leave any slight drop of water on the leaves that would form a stain if it does not dry in the sun
I shed tears at night after everyone is out of sight even if no one ever believes that you bid bye under the moon
the red geraniums are all crystal, ruby bright and I promise I will be all right
to wash away the remains of the wild tides the wind needs to re-blow gently and the waves need to tame the sand through kind caresses untangling the dried out mosses
all my activities, history, photos, and messages are gone and when I die all my browsing activity will too be deleted It feels like I have borrowed someone else's life and living it for a temporary while and I just casually browse don't want the rest to be recorded incognito just someone
I hate spring hatching eggs chirping birds and blooming flowers especially the disparagingly flourishing violet-blue, harum-scarum hyacinth despite your aching absence
Honoring you each day and night with my immense sorrow "my tears" is a tribute song to our love and my aching heart is the statue of a you-less loneliness I have realized that all the songs, poems, and statues are somehow heartfelt heartaches that I happily enjoyed.
oh would someday the buds turn into leaves and carry the way I feel into shoots flowering worries in the dead ends of rotten roots oh would somehow the soils soothe my soul when no longer blood buds out my vessels
We just sat there silently and sipped coffee without knowing that you would leave around this time next year hummingbirds would sip the most delicious nectars from the flowers and hover, fly and glide in all directions to pollinate life elsewhere and I would be left without you
this intensifying pain glorifies our very existence which would otherwise disappear in invisible neutrality of taken for granted-ness drowning in a love-less cool-headedness
I look worn out Totally torn apart I'd love to restart but you now depart you say "we cannot go back" and "we need to get back on track" would you like a snack before you turn your back?
No one wants to hear a bad story "sad" is the last in their feeling inventory your sorrow intervenes with their happy territory and they are already fed up with all that childhood allegory
when they look into your eyes they see death in disguise no one gives them a prize for listening to your advice to be precise the only thing that actually matters in life is a bit of a spice otherwise life is all inadequate, vague, and imprecise
She has always been the midseason not cold, not hot not dry, not wet not cloudy, not sunny not windy, not still without knowing this moderate and mild in nature Meanwhile, he has been the dead season without knowing that he is dead
I now know that I know Nothing will slip by like time and there will not even be a why Roll all woes up the hill but they roll down every time I near the top I now know that I know this will repeat for eternity life is a series of unfortunate boulders of woes
Walking towards the unknown Away from the well known A precious stone ornamented glamorous crown Of a dignified and refined love and affection This only sounds like fiction Although we used to talk about all this with conviction When we were waved with a magical wand The whole world had turned into a heart-lifting and fulfilling beau monde perfection
The crown Fell off and hit the ground Turning me into a clown All the gems and jewels spread and broke up Like filthy germs floating around
I lag behind everything I just hang breathing fall back creeping lack sleeping a constant jet lag and heart seeping makes me gag for one thing I nag needing you
silenced by the impossibility of reaching you in my eyes, with the worst hue my brain full of hays stricken by the nays will we ever? it seems we will never get to hug life will only shrug newly touched hands are now full of bans in unknown realms
we have been left behind by the morning beams the sun will never shine on us ever again the bird flying over us will not even see us and pass by flapping this flipping life will not be ours anymore the sunflower in the living room will be buried forever in ever depressing catatonia of not being able to move towards the sun we will never catch it turn its head up towards the sky we always knew that it was handcrafted anyway but hope is the ladder that keeps everyone above I bet you too knew that we would not last when the two of us were drowning in a glittering and ever shinning shimmer of love
Cuts, bruises, and a deep and scary wound The whole life turned into a grimy pond of ugly frogs and nauseous frogspawn Bulged with pus, poison, and pain Whichever you kiss You get the icky taste of a painful and quick death
Knowingness it is "the not knowing" that is the worst shrewd and sharp the truth should be or else I would not be ignorant, illiterate, and ill-informed about where you have gone feeling heedlessly lost in this hazy knowing-less veiling the known
poems ought to be short to reflect life but unlike life smooth and free of strife poems should be abrupt to reflect death but unlike death should not interrupt
Let love fool you Listen to it answer all questions but give the wrong password and block all Love scenarios and acting Let people act we are all actors anyway and life is the biggest scam ever fooling us all
when I hide my face behind my hands does life still continue with demands and all its harshness and bad plans through all the toxicant pangs? I will keep my eyes closed and hold my breath Until you come back from death
Wandering around the hopeful smells of lilies They are so very you and me Fresh fragrant pleasant and sweet But your absence puts me in an awkward position Slipping in and out of a doze Through my clouded consciousness And foggy brain I can clearly smell the hopeful smells of lilies They are so very you and me Fresh fragrant pleasant and sweet You subtly waft through the room Ambrosial memories bring you back
A canvas of paint orchids without colors no odor nor color a guitar without chords to play uncord passions a no-sugar, gross candy and food without salt trying to put on a no-fit, way too small ring, and ****** bijoux pitching hallucinations disturbing auditory and visual illusions without you is all about insanity a lipogram of taboo words constant and monotonous anguish just banal mortality...
We have been lost in each other a thousand times when sleeping on painted crimson clouds
and I know that I will get lost in sketched black labyrinths that have no exit a million times I hate being stuck in an incomplete draft that will never be finalized
every night I strive to bury your love in the mud my hands and heart full of blood next morning it reblooms with greater vigor bypassing my rigor enlightening me about your rebirth with all your purity and rarity
black leather fineness complements my shimmering legs As we ride on the car to follow downtown city lights Then you smile looking into my eyes Mischievously, matching mall luminaries on the way beaming bright and brilliant Laughing eyes under long lashes Passing through the fleet of cars We hold hands in the shadowy passage of time love whispers Without uttering a single line